Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

Whoever decided running is a good form of exercise can go straight to hell.

I’m a stubborn bitch, and there’s nothing I love more in life than proving a man wrong.

“Do what? Contemplate the necessity of men’s existence? It’s pretty easy; I think society would function just fine without them. Think of how well the world would run if women were in charge.”

“Your son didn’t know how to fuck me.” Margo brings her mouth close to mine. “Do you think you will?” “Baby, when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

Jesus is probably rolling in his grave because of what a ho-ho-hoe I am.